Since Burgos, I was walking mostly alone, or on and off with one or two other random fellow peregrinos, when I did need the time and opportunity for my own meditation. That all worked out in its own way and I was happy with the outcome.

In her last 10 days, she was really picking up the energy and pace and was walking even more hours and extra kilometers when it was sunny.

She walked pass the Cruz de Ferro (dropped the rock of sorrow) and at O’Cebreiro, she saw the Second or forgotten Holy Grail, hidden by the heavy fog and mountains.